“Yeah, baby.”
I rooted through the overnight bag until I found what I was looking for.
“Sebastian, there’s only one condom left in here,” I said, shaking the now empty box at him.
“Shit! You’re kidding! Fuck, how did I… ah, crap. Give me that fucker – I’m going to make the most of it.”
“Oh no, Hunter,” I smiled, waving the foil packet at him, “this one is all mine.”
His eyes heated instantly and his cock twitched.
“Feeling a little needy, baby?” I said, continuing to tease him, as I walked around the bed.
“Fuck, Caro!”
He lunged for me but I danced away.
“Dear me, someone is impatient.”
“Yeah, very!” he said, sounding both amused and slightly annoyed.
I stood at the end of the bed.
“Would you like me to take these off?” I said, tugging gently on the delicate laces of my bikini bottoms.
He nodded silently.
“Or maybe you’d like to take them off me?”
He swallowed and nodded again.
I climbed up from the foot of the bed and crawled all the way up him, the foil packet held in my teeth. I hovered above him and he reached down to untie first one, then the second ribbon, and the small strip of material fluttered to the floor.
I took the condom packet out of my mouth while his right hand drifted up my thighs and his index finger slid inside, slowly massaging me. My eyes were locked on his: watching him, watching me, watching him.
Then he pushed another finger inside me, moving faster, and my breath began to come in short gasps.
“Come on, baby,” he said, his voice tight.
My body responded and I tried to push his hand away, not being able to take any more.
“No, baby,” he said softly, “you can take more.”
“I can’t! I can’t!” I begged him, but he wouldn’t stop, and the most intense, demanding, draining orgasm arched my spine and made my body shudder, the tremors coursing through me like the aftershocks of an earthquake.
Because my legs were apart, still kneeling across him, it seemed to go on and on and on.
I collapsed onto his chest, and I felt his fingers stroke my back, tracing my spine through my skin.
Gently, he rolled me onto my back, and kissed me across my neck and chest, sucking and tugging on my nipples with his teeth. My over-sensitized body responded quickly. It was as if the lightest touch sent a charge of electricity racing through me.
He pushed up my knees and before my brain had caught up, I felt him plunge inside me.
“Sebastian, no! Don’t!”
“Come on, baby, you feel so good.”
He rolled his hips, and sensation flooded through me.
“No!”
I pushed hard on his chest and, reluctantly, he pulled out, his sea-green eyes accusing.
“What are you doing, Sebastian?” I gasped, staring at him in shock.
“I just want to make love to you, Caro.”
“I know… but, you’re not wearing a condom.”
I opened my hand, begging him to look at the foil packet that I was holding, still unopened.
“We don’t need that, Caro.”
Did I hear him right?
“What? Are you crazy, Sebastian? I could get pregnant!”
He stared down at me.
“Would that be so bad?”
“You want me to get pregnant?” I stammered.
He sighed and closed his eyes, rolling onto his side.
“I want to have a life with you, Caro, for the rest of my life. Look – kids – whatever. If it happens, then great; if it doesn’t, that’s fine, too. Just as long as we’re together. This time, forever.”
I flung my arm over my eyes, shutting out the vision of his beautiful face, trying to regain some order among the craziness.
He pulled my arm away from my eyes, forcing me to look at him.
“Caro?”
“Sebastian…” I stuttered, not sure where to start. “We were apart for ten years. I saw you again a week ago, we had sex, a couple of dates, more sex, we fought, we broke up… and now you’re saying you want to have children with me?”
He smiled and raised his eyebrows. “Yeah.”